Destined <z.m.>

<> Prologue <>

I've been dreaming with this girl. Well, I don't know her. Not yet. I've been dreaming with her for quite a while. I've never seen her face, but I've heard her voice. She always tells me to run, but run from what? A tear always streams down her face, but whenever I try to whipe it away or try to see her face, she disappears. But today was different. I finally got to see her face.